Chapter 207 He Is An Aristocrat From England (Part Two)

Polly was right. The call from Lucy was not to ask about the details, but to tell her that Jean didn't get
on the plane and was taken away by the police at the security checkpoint. As for the reason, it was still
unknown.

As a matter of fact, Lucy also encouraged Polly to take the opportunity well since her enemy, Jean, had
left.

This was really out of her expectation. It was not a good time for her to go back home. She didn't
expect that. However, it was not a big deal. What a man's heart was! It didn't matter much whether he
was with her or not. It was just that he didn't have someone who laughed at her.

And since she had come, she was not afraid of being laughed at.

When she emerged from the rose bushes, she almost bumped into someone. After apologizing
repeatedly, she stepped back.

"Hello, Miss Han. Are you Miss Han? " The man greeted her in stiff Chinese, his tone was both doubt
and sure.

"Yes, I am."

Rose looked up and saw a tall, golden haired, gentle and handsome man standing in front of her.
Noticing that she was staring at him, the handsome golden haired man slightly smiled and gazed at her
hand. "Miss Han, I know many thorns of rose. If you like them, you can tell me, and you don't need to
make the decision yourself."

"I didn't want to pick up the roses."

The handsome blonde smiled with neat white teeth: "are you going to write diary?"



"Not really." Suddenly she realized that the man in front of her was making fun of her. She became
slightly angry and asked, "excuse me, sir..."

The handsome guy didn't laugh. He replied politely, "I'm a friend of Bruce. Just call me Richie. All right,
go with me. Your hands are badly injured. You need to be treated. "

It turned out that this rich man was Bruce's British aristocratic friend. Her impression of aristocracy was
only written in a report or from TV. It didn't matter. She was alone anyway.

When he stood in front of Polly, she thought what she had done before was just too superficial.

The so-called aristocracy was to wear the most simple clothes, without any magnificent and
complicated ornaments, or they didn't need to speak or act. Only a poker face can make people feel
their unique temperament.

They were gorgeous and delicate, but looked reserved.

Obviously, Richie was the representative of it. His tall and strong figure, good-looking, and gentle and
kind attitude.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Polly apologized. Out of politeness, she should have visited the master
of the castle first, but she asked a servant to take her to look for Bruce.

She just wanted to come here quietly and leave without calling anyone. How to have a feeling of guilty.
And she even broke into the rose garden, trying to peep.

She wondered whether there would be a camera in the castle which looked like a medieval style.

The heat surged all over her body, as if a furnace was on her back, and the sweat kept flowing. She
took her two injured hands back. The bursts of dull pain reminded her that she was in a difficult
situation.



"It's okay." 'This Richie is more attractive and handsome than I imagined.

She came over to a young maid with a pretty face.

"Excuse me, where is Bruce now?"

It was a talkative man. When she had been taking care of her wound, the words seemed to have come
to her mind endlessly. But he didn't mention Bruce. As a result, Polly was a little anxious and had to ask
him.

There was a trace of apology in her gloomy blue eyes. Then she said, "sorry, Miss Han. I have to
inform you that Bruce is not here today. He went to visit an old friend in the morning."

"Then, where did he visit his old friend?"

Shaking his head, Richie replied honestly, "I don't know either. I won't ask if Bruce doesn't tell me. I'm
not interested in other people's secrets."

"Did he go alone?"

If he went there alone, it meant that he was in good health.

"No! There is a beautiful girl on the beach with him. " As he spoke, he studied Polly with a meaningful
smile.

As for who is that beautiful Chinese lady, this hateful rich thing is not mentioned at all. She asked him
several times, but he just changed the topic. Although he was talkative, he said nothing that was not
supposed to be said. Such a cautious attitude made Polly uncomfortable.

She had a feeling that the Chinese lady had a special relationship with Bruce.



She wondered who would be with Bruce at this time, since Jean hadn't come? Was he one of his
classmates? friend? Or relatives?

She knew something about his moments, some at home, and some abroad. She was not interested in
those previously. Now she realized that if she had decided to be with a person, she should care more
about him and become his Mrs. Right.

As for her friends, Bruce knew her well and sometimes used her as a tool to get what he wanted.

But, wait! She suddenly found a loophole, so she said in an impolite tone, "Richie, when will Bruce
come back?"

"I don't know either."

"Then, how do you know who I am since he visited his old friend early in the morning and hasn't come
back yet?" She didn't tell him her name. Because she was worried that Bruce wouldn't see her.

When Richie met her, it was either Miss Han or Bruce who told him my appearance, he remembered.
Or maybe Bruce didn't leave at all. In the beginning, he wanted to see Justin, but when he saw her, he
decided to avoid her.

Suddenly, she thought of something more important and couldn't help but get excited. "Richie, how did
you know I was in the rose garden and rushed over as soon as I got injured?"


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